Garden is not worth

One day, I was reading a book at home leisurely. Suddenly I heard a child outside the window saying to another child: "Let's go to the garden of Xiaoping's house. I heard that the garden is full of colorful flowers!" "Okay," said another child. At this time, I also remembered my friends. "Why can't he go to the house to enjoy the spring?" I asked myself. Saying, I put down my book, dressed in a new raft, and went to a friend's house.

When I came to the door of my friend's house, I found that the ground was covered with dark green moss, because I loved the moss too much, I was afraid that the caries would trample it, so I carefully walked over and knocked on the firewood door gently. After a long time, I didn’t see anyone coming. I just remembered that my friend had gone to spring today. Just as I was leaving with a faint regret, I looked up inadvertently and saw a pink apricot flower coming out of the wall. I was amazed in my heart and couldn’t help but admire: "It’s really a spring garden, I can’t hold it, a red flower. Apricot comes out of the wall.'"

After returning home, I improvised the poem "The Garden is Not worth":

"You should have mercy on the moss,

Small buckles will not open.

Spring can not be closed,

A red apricot comes out of the wall. ”

Sixth grade: LGH